My soul is covered with cold white fog enough…
... and I don\'t want anything else. Not the caress of desired love.
Even your voice on the phone and our conversations:
always nights long of arguments about music and books et setera.
I don\'t want to strive to be successful and the best, to receive admiration,
or to be a \"good girl\" to stick to the framework of social conventions.
I don\'t want a kaleidoscope of cities, train stations, airports and hotels.
I don\'t even want a window draft. My soul is torn apart by empty text messages as well,
empty, faded, unseeing eyes of your vis-à-vis former,
empty conversations and memorized phrases do not call anymore.
I don\'t want pity, nor love, nor regret, nor showers
I don\'t want New Year\'s with the venerable Santa Claus.
I want to take a break from the world. Turn off the phone. (c\'est la vie)
Freeze under a satin blanket, holding in my palms.scolding hot coffee
I want silence. Universal. Deafening. Burning. Fever.
And finally - loneliness.. Perhaps, there is nothing better!